Homemade teriyaki “duck” noodles - mixed vegetables, Singapore noodles, teriyaki and soya sauce (soy used to flavour the faux meat before teriyaki, and Vegan Roasted Duck (sourced from Vincent’s Vegetarian Food Mart, packaging in recent haul from this store).
This faux meat is super cheap and comes in a crazy large amount, perfect for multiple homemade dishes. It tastes amazing on its own as well, we eat it with soya sauce but I think would be the best in a veganized fried rice!
For four days now, you had hardly heard from Michael. You’ve seen him, yes, but it’s like he wasn’t there. You would try to carry on conversation, try to curl into his side at night, bring some sort of warmth back into your shared apartment, but to no avail. You even went out and bought his favorite Chinese food and a new game for his xbox in an attempt to make up for some sort of mistake you might have unknowingly made.
You lay out the feast of teriyaki chicken and noodles, laying out the new game to act as a centerpiece for the table for the night. The sound of the front door opening grabs your attention, and you tear your eyes away from the twenty-year-old-male’s-oasis that you’ve created for your boyfriend. Your faint smile becomes slightly forced as you note his lack of interest in you as he bypasses the dining area and heads to the fridge. A twinge of annoyance pulses through you. “Hey babe!” You chirp as sweetly as you can. Michael’s eyes flicker in your direction for a split second, but he only responds with a silent nod.
“I got your favorite Chinese food! Annnnd I got you a surprise!” You run back into the dining area and grab the game, hiding the cold plastic behind your back. You present it dramatically with a bow and wiggling fingers, expecting some sort of happy reaction. A smile, a laugh, a squeal of joy would even be acceptable. Anything. But Michael’s piercing green eyes lock onto yours, his brow furrowed.
“Just stop!” He scoffs, his emerald irises darkening with an emotion you’d never seen before. “Stop being nice! Stop buying gifts! Stop getting my favorite foods! Stop being so good!” Those words would normally make your face break into a massive grin, but the harsh and growling voice that overtakes your normally calm boyfriend freezes the blood in your veins. Your heart falls into your stomach. You can feel yourself shrink back slightly, away from Michael’s sudden change in behavior. Within moments a rush of white hot anger fills the space where fear had been.
“Are you serious right now? I’m just trying to be a good girlfriend! You’re being so ungrateful! You’ve been moping around the apartment for days, I thought maybe I did something wrong and I wanted to make it up to you! Turns out you were just a dick!” The words burn like acid as they tumble from your lips, but you’re past the point of no return, and you’re too angry to feel regret.
Michael’s brows are knitted together, not quite in the same way as before. In some other unknown expression. His glowing eyes refuse to meet yours, and his teeth nibble uncertainly at his full ruby lips.
“Tell me Michael. What’s wrong? Why are you being this way?” No response. All anger that was ever in your system evaporates instantaneously and is replaced by cold, empty, crushing fear.
“D…do you not want to be with me anymore?”
Your voice sounds so small and fragile, almost lost in the thick silence of the moment. You feel your bottom lip quiver ever so slightly, betraying your earlier tough-exterior.
Michael jolts to his feet, an urgent softness around his eyes. His calloused hands cup your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Of course I want to be with you.” His voice is soft yet stern as his eyes plead with yours.
“Then why have you been acting so disinterested in me?” Your vision blurs slightly as the hot tears form in the corners of your eyes.
Michael’s hands fall from your jaw as he swears under his breath and turns away from you. You take a moment to take in the scene, you leaning against the cool surface of the fridge and him leaning back against the kitchen counter staring at his bare feet, and know that you CAN’T lose him. Michael’s hands run over his face in nervous uncertainty.
“FUCK, (y/n), I fucking love you! That’s why!” He throws his hands above his head in exasperation. “I was so scared you didn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to…I couldn’t tell you and then you not feel the same.”
Silence fills the small a space, nearly crushing the two of you. “You love me?” You ask quietly.
Michael stands straighter, with more certainty. His flashing green eyes burn into yours. “I love you.”
You pause, the words caught in your throat. “I love you too.”
Your words immediately free something in Michael. He strolls toward you from his sanctuary by the counter with a determined fire burning in his eyes and fiercely connects your lips. He laced his fingers in your hair, bringing your faces as close together as humanly possible. With a lopsided grin, Michael haphazardly mumbles “I’m so in love with you.”
hemmocrat puckerupmikey I know technically this is late but I’m really proud of this blurb! For the first “I love you” blurb night!